mrbenwinston:Taping our brand news series @dropthemictbs … it starts in a week! 24th October on TBS. Thanks to @liampayne for taking part. Wait till you see him rap. Here is a pre match 1D / Wu Tang selfie. @methodmanofficial
It’s been interesting leaning some details about the grand social experiment that is One Direction. The manipulation of fans by Syco/Sony is real and has played a huge role in what we know as One Direction. I think, often, we have played into Sony/Syco’s hand, but that only goes so far. If the diabolically ingenious marketing strategy was solely responsible for 1D’s unprecedented success, they most certainly would have replicated that success (to some extent) by now. What all the social media and exposure did was to provide a window into the lives of 5 boys. They kept a pretty tight rein on what was displayed, but it was the boys, parts of them at least, we saw through that window. I don’t buy into the idea that everything we see is a PR contrivance. PR pushes certain stunts, narratives and obscures certain truths about celebrities. Celebrities will try to keep some elements of privacy in tact (if they value their sanity.) If someone has a lot of public exposure, however, the kind of person they are (in real life) will eventually become apparent. (I think even most Justin Bieber fans are well aware he’s kind of a jerk on some level.) As the Beatles (and 1D) sang, “Nothing you can know that isn’t known, Nothing you can see that isn’t shown, Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be, It’s easy.”
The lads have paid a price for all this exposure - the withering glare - millions of seemingly unblinking eyes. The thing is, those unblinking eyes also “fell in love” with the boys and their reputation of being lovely, humble, kind people reinforces our observations. Consequently, the fan base truly feels they know the lads on some level and there has been an almost familial bond formed. In my corner of the fandom, people refer to the lads as their sons. (I call them my nephews.) We want to nurture and support “our boys” more than anything. Steve Aoki has marveled at the One Direction fan “army” and it’s support for he and Louis (in spite of Louis’ miserable team.) Louis has bent over backward expressing gratitude to the fans - all the lads praise the fandom effusively. While the invasive entitlement of the fan base is a down side, the deep connection we have with the lads is an upside for them. The ONLY reason this grand experiment worked this well, for this long is because of WHO the lads are.
They are the ones performing on stage, who can enthrall an audience without the usual pop gimmicks. They are the goofy, rowdy, irrepressible, thoroughly decent, charming and eminently likable guys. They are the creative force behind the band. We did buy into the experiment, but it couldn’t have been this successful, for this long if the lads weren’t who they are.
We have made Sony/Syco richer, to be sure, but we’ve also given the lads a huge amount of power. (Which is a VERY rare commodity for artists in the music industry.) Our connection with the lads - their connection with us has made them master of their own destinies - as One Direction and as solo artists. (Louis will be free soon, don’t worry.) Ultimately, the genius wasn’t in Sony/Syco’s marketing plan, but in WHO they were marketing. In the long term, it’s “our boys” who will benefit most, certainly not Syco. That diabolical, ingenious plan was conceived to make Sony (and a petty little man named Simon) richer and more powerful. In the end, One Direction and its members will reap the rewards. “At the End of the Day,” 1DHQ manipulated the fans and the lads, but ultimately, they manipulated themselves right out of a job.
(I do my best to refer to post Midnight Memories 1D as something other than boys. I know, lads doesn’t always have the best connotation, but it’s very commonly used in Britain and they do refer to themselves that way. In this post, when I use boys, I’m thinking of pre Midnight Memories 1D. I think, since they’ve been to war and back, they’re not really boys anymore.)
Concept: a video popping up on 1D twitter, facebook and insta. In the video louis says that they are having an important livestream the next day. When the stream begins, theres only harry sitting on a couch, saying something like “we are very thankful for your support through these years. We have always tried to show our true selves to you, while sometimes it has just been impossible. Today, here, we are ready to show you the one truth that some of you have known since the beginning. Welcome.” and then it cuts to the larry wedding™, which is just about to begin.
Hey, Hot Stuff "We’re not that late. Calm down,“ you rolled your eyes as you reclined on the passenger seat of your best friend’s car. "Oh, Y/N! I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to wake up so late. I thought you set your alarm earlier than I did,” your friend openly wept in the seat next to in panic as she sped down the road that led to the venue you were to get married at in an hour. “Dude, it’s fine. Now, calm down or you’ll crash,” you laughed at her hysterics before leaning forward to raise the volume of the happy music playing through the radio. “Are you excited?” Your friend finally offered, a bit calmer than before. “Yeah… I’m kind of nervous,” you shuttered with excitement in your chair before your knee started shaking in place. “Aw, everything’ll be amazing. I just know it,” your friend assured you as she sent a sympathetic glance at you. “I hope you’re right,” you sighed with a vague shake of your head as you continued to aimlessly look out of the windshield, thinking of what Harry might be doing as you drove along with your friend. Before too long, your friend had pulled into a parking space at the venue where your wedding would take place, without getting the two of you in a car crash. “You go in and tell them we’re running a little late. I don’t want Harry to freak out,” you rolled your eyes as you unbuckled your seatbelt, carefully over your done up hair. “I think he’ll be fine,” your friend assured with a knowing laugh. “Oh, you don’t know him as well as you think you do. On our first date, I showed up three minutes late and he was on the verge of tears,” you laughed as you ducked out of the car that had gotten you to your wedding’s venue. “I was just saying that because his car was right behind us,” your good friend shrugged and nodded behind you, making you look over your shoulder to see Harry’s car being swerved into a parking space not too far away from you. “I can’t believe him,” you muttered under your breath as you smiled and shook your head at the loud group of boys piling out of Harry’s car. “Hey, we’re late, too,” your friend reasoned as she carefully grabbed your wedding veil from the backseat. “Oh, who asked you, anyways?” You teasingly asked as you pushed your door closed. “Hey!” Your friend frowned before slamming her backdoor shut, as well. “Just kidding. Could you do me a flavor and tell my mom I’m not ditching while I get the last of my stuff?” You sighed as you opened the back door to her car. “Yes, ma'am! Remember, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding,” she raised her chin to prove her point. “Oh, I don’t believe in that stuff,” you rolled your eyes as you opened the back door of her car. “Alright… See you inside, hon,” she called over her shoulder as she headed for the entrance of the building you had booked for your wedding. After ducking back out of her car with your shoes, jewelry, and train in hand, you looked up to see Harry jogging towards the car that had trailed his own earlier. You managed to catch Harry’s attention as you closed the car door with your hip, making him slow down and smirk at you from across the parking lot. “Hey, hot stuff,” Harry whistled as he posed for you, his foot lifted onto the wheel of a friend’s car. “Hey,” you smiled, flirtatiously. “You have a date to this wedding thing?” Harry raised an eyebrow at you. “As cute as I think you are, I’m actually getting married in an hour,” you informed with a shake of your head. “You wouldn’t consider dumping that bore of a fiancé for me, would you?” Harry sent you another doting smirk. “Sorry,” you laughed and shook his head, “I quite like my bore of a fiancé.” “Eh, that’s a shame. I’m getting married, myself,” Harry commented as his foot dropped from the wheel of the car he stood next to. “Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows as you headed for the venue. “Yes, ma'am,” Harry called after you with a laugh. “That’s nice… See ya inside,” you sent a wave behind you as you continued walking towards the entrance of the building. “Well, if you lads would excuse me, I have a very attractive lady to meet at the altar,” you heard Harry announce as his wingtip footsteps sounded behind you.
In light of this ask about more general potential issues with m/m shipping, I wanted to share some of my thoughts on the subject from a while ago, just in case anyone is interested. I reposted the entry from my main blog and now I’ve forgotten when I wrote it, but it was during my first round of hockey fandom so maybe 2014? Before I knew much of anything about 1D or Larrie.
I’m going to pull out the most relevant parts, but even these feel a little weird on this blog because I’m going into the moral issues that are raised EVEN when the shipping is normal and not tinhatting or fourth wall breaking. Like I’m here saying it’s not even morally clear whether it’s ok to publish RPF publicly at all, and we’ve got Larries sending Louis’s sisters porn and insisting they’re the voice of this secret relationship. So just note that this is aimed at a more sophisticated and appropriate fandom audience than we often find in 1D.
But you can definitely see how much I’ve always been opposed to fans acting like we truly know about the actual inner lives of the people we stan.
Anyway, here’s pre-1D fan me, on slash and shipping and RPF:
I think the most important
thing with slash that I feel like I don’t see said enough is never to equate it
or your interest in it with actual homosexual relationships between men. Just
as lesbians shouldn’t have to hear from guys saying “oh, can I watch you and
your girlfriend make out??”, neither should gay men have to hear from fangirls
saying “ahhhh, you and your boyfriend are so cute!!!” (Unless you know them
really well and they are being cute, I guess?) They’re not there for your
amusement. They aren’t slash fanfiction. They aren’t part of your fantasy.
Don’t fetishize homosexuality.
It goes back to always, always recognizing the difference
between fantasy and reality. Your fantasy slash couple has nothing to do with
the actual gay men in front of you. That fantasy power exchange where no one
negotiates anything and they just know what the other person wants, that only
works in fantasy world. (Making this distinction is something we fail at a lot,
to be honest. This is also important if you have a fantasy about being the best
friend/wife/whatever of a celebrity. Keep it away from reality! And on that
On RPF,I… don’t know. The thing about making a real person a part of
your sexual fantasy life is that if they haven’t consented, I feel that at least
they should not have to be aware of it. Like I actually don’t really mind if
one of the boys I’ve dated is masturbating thinking about me every night, as
long as he absolutely never ever makes himself a presence in my life such that
I would have to be in any way aware of or even guess about his obsession with
But RPF (which I often adore) is out there and is really easy to
find if you know where to look. Obviously if you go out of your way to make the
subject of it pay attention to it (Supernatural fans…) then, well, you’re kind
of a shit. But it’s not like I’m writing it just for me and making sure no one
ever sees it, you know? Back to my masturbating ex comparison - if I found a
blog post of his talking about how much he still thinks about me, I wouldn’t be
AS uncomfortable and horrified as if he were actively stalking me, but I’d
still be pretty uncomfortable and horrified.
However, I am capable of vaguely justifying RPF and my
participation therein! Because the difference is that Masturbating Ex actually
knows me - he is thinking about me specifically, the real me. He possibly knows
where I am, he knows me intimately, who I actually am. RPF, on the other hand,
is about a fantasy version of the real person. There’s separation. I actually
like to think of it as being about a character - the public persona that the
celebrity allows to be seen (in my case, often an athlete… or a member of a
Japanese boy band, which made me feel better because almost none of them knew
English and couldn’t read my porn anyway). The character that they portray to